My Dynamite (frerard/funpoison)

Chapter Four

Kobra officially has the worst ideas. I don't even know the guy that well, but seriously what the fuck.

flashback:

"Y'all y'know what we should do?" asked Mikey, once we all calmed down.

"What?" I asked innocently, not knowing the consequences that would follow.

"We should get dog food and make proper food out of it. Like, gourmet shit."

"Kobra no-"

"Kobra yes. We're doing it. Frank approves."

"Don't drag Ghoulie into this-"

"He approves. right?" he stared into my soul. The fact that he was wearing sunglasses made it so much worse.

"I- sure. Yeah. Okay. If I'm not the one eating it."

Jet looked disappointed: "Frank. Frank I trusted you. Why."

"I am so sorry."

Which is, precisely how and I found myself half an hour later, in the middle of a pet store, with Party. They weren't very enthusiastic at first, but now they looked much happier, joking about the situation. Their laughter was cute.

I was still in a sort of shock from how the day had played out, but I had come to the conclusion that I can think about this later tonight. Presumably around 3am. So I pushed my nervousness to the back of my mind and just tried to enjoy myself.

"Hey love, what kind of dog food do we even get? There's so many different ones."

"Power Pup maybe?" I suggested. "I've heard that that one sucks."

"Don’t we have do eat this tho?"

"And your point is?"

They considered this. "Fair. Let's take all of them."

And so we bought half of the Power Pup found in the shop. It was very fun. Party almost broke a shelf by accident, which made me laugh more than I'm willing to admit. Not even the dirty looks the cashier gave us as we paid could ruin my mood, and neither did the disappointed glares of everyone else in the store.

The way back was much more quiet and peaceful, but the silence was comfortable. Poison focused on the road and I- actually having a proper helmet this time- just held onto them and let my thoughts wander freely. I wasn't ready for today to be over, not ever, but I tried to ignore those thoughts and concentrated on the Gerard sitting right in front of me instead. Much better.

Honestly, I could get used to this.

We reached the diner after what felt like just a few seconds, but in reality was at least 20 minutes. We jumped off of the bike and made our way back inside into the kitchen, setting our Power Pup on the table. Jet and Kobra came over to inspect our choice immediately.

"Really, Party?" Jet asked. "You couldn't even get something somewhat edible? Even dogs hate this crap."

"Jet, honey, that's the point."

He was very much not impressed. "Are you serious right now?"

" 'Course I am. When am I not?"

"Usually, but ok."

"Shut it," interrupted Kobra. "This is exactly what we need. Thank you. I approve."

"So," i asked, "what are we even making?" I really fucking hope it's not some inedible bullshit.

"Uhh- let me see." he clicked a few things on his phone screen. "It's.. it's 'steak tartare." He pronounced it so horribly. Probably on purpose.

"We don't have steak tho?" questioned Jet. "It's just canned dog food."

"It'll work. Let's make it. It will be delicious, and also a fun activity."

It, in fact was not. It wasn't either of those things.

I don't even want to think about how horribly the cooking went. The time it was supposed to take to make it was ten minutes.

It took us 45 minutes.

That's next level.

Not only did we immediately fuck up whisking the yolks (Poison added them with the whites and by the time we realized, it was too late. Also there were no more eggs), we only had half of the ingredients, a few of them a bit moldy. Mikey said it was fine.

I highly doubt that. But okay.

So that's how we ended up with one very sad steak tartare, which was presented on a massive plate. Since that's how they serve them, or whatever Poison said. I don't know anything at this point.

It looked funny tho, I'll admit that much. Jet posted a photo of it on The Fabulous Killjoys' official Twitter account. This is a moment to remember.

However, no one wanted to eat it. But we didn't like the idea of throwing it away either, so we agreed to leave it sitting on the kitchen table.

It turned out to be a good idea. I guess.

"Hey y'all, we're back from Home Depot- God threre was so many people there, what the fuck. Also, who's that dude over there? I don't know them."

We had been sitting in an old serving booth, just chatting and laughing.. until three people randomly walked in- one of them on rollerblades. That one was wearing a blue helmet so I didn't see their face, but the other two had taken theirs off by now. One had bright blue eyes and gray hair, shaved on one side of his head with a bit of purple in the bangs. The other guy also had part of their head shaved, but their bangs didn't fully cover their second eye. Their hair was blue with slight black tips at the end. They were also the guy, that was speaking.

Poison quickly explained to them who I was, and also introduced them to me. The dude with the rollerblades was called Show Pony, who just hung out here- they didn't really talk but they looked friendly.

The guy with gray hair was apparently commonly called Shadow, he helped one of the Diner owners to handle the Killjoys when he himself was away. Shadow was sort of a personal trainer, too, but not fully. He was easily the friendliest, he even gave me a hug.

The final dude was mostly called Night. He was stort of a manager, but not quite. He reminded me of Lamia- I think the two would get along. Both look angry and scary honestly.

The trio wasn't ready to join us just yet, since they had to do some work. They'd been to Home Depot for buying materials for the fence that needed to be built, as well as for a smaller circuit they wanted to work on behind the Diner. That way, it would be easier to get ready for races.

"Did you like them?" Poison asked me more quietly, once the three left.

"I mean, I don't know much about them yet but they don't sound so bad."

They grinned happily. "Oh you'll love them, especially Pony. That guy's the best."

"Yeah? In that case, I'll believe you."

"Rad." they leaned against me a little, which made me very happy.

The rest of the evening was spent in a similar chill manner. Except for the horror that the steak tartare caused Shadow to go through (even tho he ate it afterwards for no apparent reason), it was nice. Jet ordered a few pizzas at some point, which were delicious.

I really hope I can come to join these guys some other time as well. I haven't had this much fun in ages.

author's note:
hey! i hope you liked this chapter:D i know it's a little lazy and not long but i ran out of ideas for it. only a few more chapters and introductions should be over properly! or well, getting to know each other. same thing.
sorry about the shit ending, i'm like half asleep- i'll try to do better next time
i hope you still enjoyed tho <3 i appreciate people reading this a lot
-alex